Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story

We're opening a new Globo Gym in Mexico
City. I've been boning up on my Spanish.

Me'Shell was having some digestive
problems. I hope you don't mind.

Will you shut that?
For all of us, baby.
So that's the deal. I give you $100,000,
you sign over the deed to your gym.

End o'story.
You really think you can come here and buy
me out, you're a lot dumber than I thought.

Oh, I don't think I'm a lot dumber than you
thought I'd think that I thought I was once.

Look, Peter, I know what it's like.
Really. For all our blustery back-and-forth,
we're really pretty much the same guy.

We're both leaders. And I like
what you've done with the gym over there.

I love the whole "I'm not OK, you're not OK,
but that's OK" thing you got going.

"You can be fat as long as
you're happy inside." It works.

And they love you. Whoo, do they love you.
You're their Fonzie, Pete.
"Hey." Right?
But do you really think it's fair for them
to put all that pressure on you? All the time?

Looking to you to solve their every problem?
I mean, come on.
I know you. You know you.
And I know you know that I know you.
You're heading for a fall, Pete.
Sooner or later, Average Joe's is gonna close.
And when it does, they're gonna blame you.
I don't know if you've ever seen $100,000,
except maybe in the movies.

But I assure you,
something gets lost in the translation.

Money. $100,000. Dodgeball game.